read life as the sea, heart as the seashore & friends like the waves. It never matters how many waves r there? What matters is which one touches the seashore.
Getting a friend is easy,... choosing a friend is difficult.... maintaining the friendship is talent... continuing the friendship is a precious thing....
A fresh yellow rose goes ur way filled with a nice blend of sweet memories, through feelings, intense emotions, love, faith and wishes for an ever lasting friendship with you dear. HAPPY ROSE DAY.
If instead of a gem, or even a flower, we should cast the gift of a loving thought into the heart of a friend, that would be giving as the angels give.
A bond of love, A medal of trust. A shoulder in sadness, A hand in darkness. A special relation to hold, An ear where secrets can be told. An appreciator for encouragement,
It starts wid a hi/hello. It increases as 'wats up dese days'. It grows 2 'oye btana nae hota.' It tends 2 mould as 'stupid tu apna dimaag mat chala, jaisa i m saying waisa kar' And den it ends NEVER. Dats frendshp.
